2 Worry
“We don’t have any money,” replied Gunn.
“Well, I did get a hold of some money,” sighed Conner reluctantly.
“What?” questioned Angel, “Where did you get money?” he looked up from the newspaper.
“Mom, Dad, Grandma, Pockets, Savings, I’ve got a lot,” said Conner, “I can call some friends but I think they’d actually want the money back, oh, my girlfriend pitched in.”
“We’d be bidding for the Hyperion,” said Angel, “What if the other bidders want to go up farther then we do?”
“Just have to hope they don’t,” said Conner.
“Okay then,” said Gunn, “Lets hook up for this.”
“We have to go there and sit in these chairs with numbers and uh…bid.”
“This sounds good, I guess,” said Angel.
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Good was one word. When day had come they got there through the now unlocked sewer entrance. Conner met him there. They saw what had been done with the place, nothing really. It wasn’t dusty, everything was cleaned up. That kind of stuff.
It looked like home.
“Seen our competition?” asked Angel as they sat down in the second row of fold out brown metal chairs.
“Some man, I don’t know if he’s much to worry about,” said Conner.
“And me,” said a familiar voice, Lilah, “Hello there Angel.”
Angel and Conner looked up at her, “Don’t you people ever die?” asked Angel.
“Not seemingly,” she smiled.
“I take it you want this place,” said Conner.
“No honey,” she smiled, “I came here for the hotel under it.”
“Well I always knew that you wanted to own a bit of hell Lilah,” said Angel.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “This’ll be an in and out sort of situation, hell, if I catch you down the street I won’t have to mug you.”
“Why would you mug us?” asked Conner.
“Because I would still be richer then you, thanks to my little black buddies at Wolfram & Hart,” she said sitting down next to them. “Worried Angel?”
“I’m not worried at all Lilah,” said Angel.
“How’s Gunn doing?” she asked.
Angel didn’t ask as the Auctioneer stepped up to the podium. Other people had joined the group. Lilah gave Angel a final smile and looked on to the Auctioneer holding her number on a stick.
“Okay so lets sell this piece of crap why don’t we,” he said, “I’ll start the bid at 15,000. It’s a piece of garbage anyway, I should of just stayed home instead of come here to sell this piece of shit,” he wiped his forehead, “Well start the bidding already, I didn’t come here to sit around and be quiet when I could be having hot dreams about Pamela Anderson at home.”
“15,500,” said a man raising his number.
The auctioneer quoted, “I’ve got 15,500.”
“16,000,” said another.
The auctioneer quoted, “I’ve got 16,000.”
“17,000,” said a woman.
The auctioneer quoted, “I’ve got 17,000, anyone, 17,500?”
17,500,” said Conner.
The auctioneer quoted, “I’ve got 17,500, and?”
“20,000,” replied Lilah, she smiled at Angel, “You’ll have to do way better then that.”
The auctioneer quoted, “I’ve got 20,000.”
“21,000” replied Conner.
“23,000” said a woman.
The auctioneer quoted, “23,000,”
Lilah raised her number, “30,000.”
Conner looked at Angel, “I can’t go any higher,” he whispered.
“Well we didn’t win it,” Angel sat there for a moment.
“30,000, going once, going twice!” said the auctioneer, “Even though I think that price is completely ridiculous-”
“1 dollar,” said Angel.
Everyone went quiet, Lilah started laughing.
“$1?” questioned the auctioneer, “Sold to the white man and his boyfriend for $1!” he hit the podium with his mallet.
“What!?” demanded Lilah, “How, I bid higher then him.”
“I really don’t care what you bid, Lady, but this is the smartest man I’ve seen all day besides when I looked the mirror, it’s sold to him, I’m not going to change my mind.”
“This isn’t supposed to happen this way,” she said outraged.
“Well, I don’t really care,” said the auctioneer, “But if you’ve got a big enough problem to fight for a junket like this I have to say come on sick your nasty lawyers on me. Let them bite, I‘m going home take a nap or something.”
The auctioneer walked out of the hotel.
“That was different,” said Conner.
“I don’t have to worry now, at least for the mean while,” stated Angel.
“$1,” quoted Conner, “That just doesn’t seem right. I mean, Why not the higher one.”
“Don’t have to write a check I guess.”
“I don’t look gay to I?” asked Conner.
“No,” said Angel looking at him, “Not really.”
“Not really?” questioned Conner.
“Stay here,” said Angel.
“Where are you going?” asked Conner.
“Just wait,” replied Angel standing up.
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“Why do you want this place?” questioned Angel standing in the shadows of his side garden.
Lilah turned and looked at him, “Angel, why do you come so close to the edge?”
“Tell me, why do you want this place?” asked Angel again.
“Angel, why do I want anything from you?” questioned Lilah.
“Well, hate, pain, the joy of making my very odd old life a living hell,” said Angel.
“Don’t forget shoes.”
“Ah, yes, shoes.”
“Truly, Angel, you want to really know why?” questioned Lilah.
“Yes, I wouldn’t want it any other way Lilah.”
“You’re little place here is on a hot spot. It just became active,” she replied.
“Will I have to worry?” asked Angel.
“Well Angel, naturally would I tell you?”
“Tell me,” said Angel.
“Well it could mean something, W&H, the Senior partners like having a little hot spot under each thumb. Especially this one, considering that it‘s hellish, kind of active.” She walked towards Angel, “Don’t you kind of wonder why we haven’t attacked you in full force?”
“Why?”
“Because something is going to happen and it’s making The Senior partners very aware of what’s going on in the worlds,” said Lilah.
“Like what, you guys seem to have all the connections and what not,” said Angel, “Tell me, what’s going on?”
“You over estimate us,” she said walking towards the way out.
“So I should worry but you don’t know,” he said.
“When we know Angel you’ll know,” replied Lilah leaving.
Angel watched her go.
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Night came upon the City of Los Angeles. Angel stood in the hotel, Spike came in followed by Illyria. She went down the stairs slowly looking around the dark room.
“I don’t figure you have any electricity around this bit?” stated Spike.
“I do,” said Angel, “I’m just, looking at it. Darkness about it.”
“You look, you sight, you just bask here,” said Illyria, “Pointless.”
“Well, you should be able to remember what has happened here,” said Angel.
“I bet it’s a bucket full of lovely tales and giggles,” answered Spike sarcastically.
“More like tales of death and evil,” sighed Angel looking down, “Of course there were some good times.”
“This is home,” sighed Illyria.
“Closest thing,” said Angel.
“Well turn the bloody lights on and lets get a good look at this place,” said Spike.
“Okay,” replied Angel.
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Conner stood in his old room. Angel walked by. Conner had been sitting on his bed, he looked at Angel.
“So, uh, a lot of memories,” replied Conner.
“Yeah,” said Angel walking into his room.
“The room without Cordy,” sighed Conner.
“Well, it’s best, right,” said Angel, “Do tell me I’m doing the right thing.”
“Yeah,” said Conner, “Saving the world is a good choice.”
Angel looked at him, “Conner, there’s no guarantees I’ll help anyone anymore.”
“Yes there is,” said Conner.
“I signed away the prophecy,” said Angel.
“Shanshu?” questioned Conner.
Angel sighed, “Yeah, I’m just a vampire with a soul, that’s seen too much.”
“That doesn’t matter, just keep saving the damn world, no matter what comes along, try and try hard,” said Conner.
Angel smiled at him folding his arms, “ Are you giving me this talk because you know that you have a normal life,” he smiled wider, “And you miss fighting vampires, having that kill?”
“Hardly,” said Conner looking away, they didn’t speak for a moment, “Yeah,” he smiled.
“That super strength in you, you want to get that feel of the kill, an honest day of protecting innocents.”
“No, just winning and that,” smiled Conner getting up, “I’ve been wanting to do more of that, winning, I have fought some, and I love it. I don‘t want it though.”
“That’s my boy,” said Angel, “So how are things going with you, we didn’t really get to talk last of the times.”
“Well, I’ve been doing a little slaying, school is good, I’m actually getting transferred to University of California,” he said, he looked at Angel looking at him, “Don’t worry, It was my choice, That’s where Trish is.”
“Trish?”
“Girlfriend,” smiled Conner, “Maybe fiancé something like that, soon.”
“I’m proud,” smiled Angel, they didn’t speak for a moment, “Does she know about your abilities?”
“Yes, I told her, showed her a vampire, she’s fine, as long as I don’t get myself killed,” said Conner, “She worries, she can fight pretty well.”
“Oh,” said Angel.
“I’ve been training her,” stated Conner folding his arms.
“I’m really proud of you Conner,” said Angel.
“Thanks,” said Conner looking down.
“We should probably head down stairs to you know look around,” said Angel.
“They left everything in here that was mines,” said Conner.
“Yeah, Mines too, so far that I’ve seen,” said Angel.
“They left Cordelia’s room the way it was when-”
“I know,” finished Angel, “Lets head down.”
Rain dripped on the glass of the now well lit hotel. Spike was sitting on the Bar, he was looking at the surroundings.
“Not that half bad,” he said to himself.
He heard a small buzzing sound. He looked around. He seemed a little confused.
“Hey, anyone buzzin’ on me?” asked Spike, he was alone. He got off the bar, “I don’t like that whole buzzy thingy,” he said walking across the room, he heard it again while standing in the middle of the room, “Hey, stop that.”
He heard it, it was in front of him, the place where so much had happened. Angel’s bad spell, Conner’s return from Quortoth, that had happened right there. The place gave off a slit light.
Spike watched it, a red glimmer, “ANGEL!” called Spike, “I think you better come see this!”
A door opened from outside of the room and a dark figure walked in crouched. Spike turned abruptly around to see what or who the soak figure was.
Angel stepped down the stairs, “Wesley?” Looked over at that door.
The figure hugged the wall.
“Angel,” said Spike, “That’s not what I wanted you to see.”
“Wesley?” questioned Angel again.
It was Wesley. He held onto the wall like he was going to fall down without it. He walked forward looking at them. Dirt on him, wet.
“Angel,” he said.
Illyria jumped down from the top of the stairs and looked at him. She walked towards him. Wesley backed up as fast as his weak legs would take him. Conner came down the stairs.
“Angel,” said Wesley, weakly, “I’m back.”
“How, what,” Angel couldn’t believe his own eyes, he stepped forward and helped the soak Wesley over to the red chairs of the Lobby, “Sit down.”
“It’s his shell,” said Illyria.
“Zombie?” asked Conner.
“No,” said Angel kneeling down in front of Wesley, “How?”
Wesley just looked him in the eyes. He looked just like a Wesley that was drenched in water and hyped up on coffee. Kind of paranoid.
“Wesley, speak to us,” said Angel.
Wesley just looked at him breathing.
“Angel-” started Spike.
“Shut up Spike,” demanded Angel.
“That’s not what I wanted you to see,” said Spike.
The buzz went through the room again.
“That’s it,” said Wesley, The reddish glow flamed itself again, “Angel.”
“The wound of a dimension, being ripped and torn at,” said Illyria.
“That’s what,” said Spike.
“Angel….” started Wesley, “I….I…. Something is coming… I have to find the prophecies of The Watchers….” he winced and took a breath.
“He fears,” said Illyria.
“Calm down Wesley, everything is-” started Angel.
“Everything isn’t fine Angel,” he groaned, “You see.”
“Slow down,” said Spike.
They looked at Wesley.
“Old wounds, pains,” said Illyria, she still looked at where that buzzing was, she looked at Wesley, “Why do you come out of a illogical state?”
“Death,” said Wesley.
“How are you here?” asked Conner.
“Magic,” said Wesley, “Illyria brought me back when I wasn’t dead.”
“You weren’t dead?” questioned Angel, “How?”
Wesley didn’t reply he took in the air around him, “I have a suspicion Angel.”
“Are you okay?” asked Conner.
“I believe I’m fine,” said Wesley.
“How did you bring him back Illyria?” asked Angel.
Illyria was gone. She had suddenly left.
“Her tears,” said Spike, “She told me that when she’d given you your burial that she’d cried.”
“Yes,” said Wesley, “And it woke me, slowly, the rain made it come down into the dirt where I laid and I woke.”
“You dug yourself out,” said Conner astonished because he never would have wanted to do that.
“Unfortunately,” said Wesley.
“Gunn,” said Spike, “What if we get Illyria to go to Gunn and give a cry.”
“He’d be healed, but Angel,” Angel had stood up as Wesley spoke and was looking now at the place where the red had flashed from, “I need to find the Watchers’ prophecies.”
“What are those?” asked Conner handing Wesley a towel.
“They’re the visions of past watchers, the ones that went crazy for some unknown reason,” replied Wesley excepting the towel and sitting back.
“Is this you think urgent?” asked Spike, “That’s a reason to worry, that glowy thingy.”
“I think, that it has something to do with it,” assured Wes catching his breath the longer he sat there.
“So you were dead,” said Conner, “And you just kind of wake up with suspicions.”
“I saw things,” said Wesley, “I saw the books, those prophesies.”
“So you just saw those prophecy books?” questioned Angel looking at them.
“More,” said Wesley, “I didn’t just come here from memory Angel I was drawn here.”
“Well, it’s a hot spot now,” said Angel.
“That’s just what Lilah said,” replied Conner.
Lilah?” questioned Wesley.
“Yes, it seems she’s around again,” said Angel, “Wolfram & Hart is up and running in all their glory, except the Senior partners are a little worried.”
“I see,” sighed Wesley.
“Is that all?” questioned Spike.
“No, I saw death, Conner,” said Wesley, Conner’s eyes were wide, “It has something to do with Quortoth. I saw that place.”
“Really?” asked Conner.
“There’s slayers there now, the human population is growing, but there’s death, something killing them,” said Wesley, he coughed, “That’s the gist.”
“So, this thing killing in Quortoth is going to come here?” asked Angel.
“I don’t know,” said Wesley, he wiped his face, “That’s why we need those books.”
“Of course,” said Angel.
“I’ll go find Blue,” replied Spike.
“Tell Gunn this while your at it,” said Angel, “Wesley, are you okay, I mean are you really okay, cause we’ll go get those books now if you are.”
“I’m fine, wet, nothing to worry,” Wesley finished.
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